Lance has learned many things after being a part of Voltron. He actually can learn things, especially things about people. especially about his team.
He learns that his jokes just get sighs and exasperated looks.
He learns his flirts just get a cold store and eye rolls.
He learns that he’s just a placeholder for the real Blue Paladin.
He learns that he’s not a sharpshooter, he’s just someone who happened to be picked by Blue and that Voltron had to accept him.
He learns that Lance being Lance is one big fucking joke no one can take seriously.
He learns that Lance being Lance will never be a useful thing to Voltron.
That he’s pathetic, stupid, and that he should just listen to Shiro and Allura’s orders. That he, as some boy from Cuba he should just suck it up and listen to Keith when he becomes the Black Paladin.
No matter how better he thinks his plan is. No matter how many times he wants to protest at becoming the Red Paladin, how he’s not instinctive and quick and fiery, no, that’s not who I am.
Lance learns that people don’t want Lance, they want someone better. someone better than this stupid joke of a Paladin.
So he changes. Lance no longer cracks a joke anymore or flirts with Allura, he follows orders solemnly without a response and whenever he messes up he stands there as Keith or Allura scold him, biting back tears and screams.
He locks away Lance, the Lance that nobody wanted, and becomes the person he thinks is useful.
He skips the skincare routine that kept him in touch with his family, he barely thinks about his family and just trains and trains, just like Keith did.
He’s better now. He’s the sharpshooter everyone wanted, and can make a clean shot without even blinking. He’s an expert marksman that obediently follows the leaders orders.
Everyone seems to appreciate him. until shiro comes back.
All his hard work had been for nothing, as Shiro becomes black paladin and now Lance is the blue paladin, but it’s him and Red all over again. He’s no longer friendly and goes with the flow, he’s a carbon copy of Keith that he thought everyone wanted.
He can’t find the key to the original Lance.
It’s too late when everyone notices.
At first they smiled and laughed in relief when Lance didn’t make jokes or flirted with Allura, but now the Castle is silent. The silence tears through them and leaves them in shock, merely staring at Lance as he replies with a numb, “Yes sir,” to Keith or Shiro and mechanically carries out his task.
They haven’t seen his smile in weeks, they hadn’t heard him say anything more than a “Yes sir,” in days, they hadn’t seen the twinkle in his eyes for god knows how long.
They stare numbly as dinner is silent that night, as Lance scoops up his food solemnly and leaves.
All he does is train and train, he’s reached levels beyond Keith but still follows his orders.
Everyone is horrified at what they’ve done, desperately trying to return the Lance from before with dumb jokes and space goo, Allura invites Lance to spend some time with her.
Hunk bakes him space goo cookies or makes a pun.
Pidge creates toys and knick-knacks that scream songs Lance loved.
Coran tells Lance the funny things that happened back when Altea was around.
Allura tries to have a beauty day with Lance, tells him to braid her hair or play with it.
Keith pushes him around, telling him that he needs to stop acting like this and just be Lance.
Shiro gently nudges him, tells him jokes and praises him.
Shiro and Allura having tea in a garden. And she's winking and making a move and he's all flustered. Tehe
coran found allura’s old favorite tea set that she presumed lost with the fall of altea, shiro suggested a birthday tea party, and it’s allllll downhill from here (sorry this kind of diverted from the original prompt!! i had an idea midway through sketching :x )
Show that you can stop the women you sneer at.
Show that you can defend the castle built upon the tears of those women.
Since you’ve forgotten about them, we’ll have to remind you.
These women have come to topple a county.
Favorite ladies of anime and manga: Gintama edition “Show that you can stop the women you sneer at. Show that you can defend this castle, built upon those women’s tears. Since you’ve forgotten about them, I’ll have to remind you! These women have come to topple a nation!” | Poem inspiration
Request: “Draco x reader. Reader is blind nobody knows why Draco’s with her. Then a professor finds a cure. Does she like what she sees?”
Pairing: Draco x reader
Universe: Harry Potter
Word Count: 2,061
A/N: I FREAKIN LOVE THIS REQUEST SO MUCH, AND I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY IT TOO! LOVE YOU ALL! (BUT THAT GIF THO) xx
Whispers surrounded you, crept into your ears and consumed your mind. They were speaking about you. Hushed insults were the only thing escaping their mouths. You weren’t surprised to hear people talking about you, but their words still hit you hard.
“She’s nothing but a speck on the sidewalk next to him.”
“He deserves more than that.”
Your chest began to tighten, your breathing echoing at a rapid pace. They thought you couldn’t hear them, yet you could hear every word. It was utterly unbearable.
Draco sensed the tenseness in your body as it quivered beside him, and he looked over in worry to see your hands gripping onto the table, your jaw tight.
“Y/N?” A large hand was placed upon yours, Draco’s voice entering your mind. “What’s wrong, love?”
You shook your head rapidly, darkness overwhelming not only your vision, but your mind. “I can’t do this. I hear everything. I hear it all, Draco. It’s terrible.” Your lips started to quiver, a sob threatening to rip from your chest.
Draco immediately knew what you meant, and he twisted his head around the room, spotting the group of people who were insulting you. Instantly, a glare grew upon his face, the girls instantly turning away from you with a roll of their eyes. Draco hissed under his breath then turned back to you to suddenly see you were gone, along with the cane that guided you throughout the castle.
Tears were already streaming down your face by the time you left. Your Potions professor, Slughorn, had noticed you storm out of the class, sending a worried expression Draco’s way.
“I-I’m sorry. I need to go after her.” Draco announced before running out of his seat and immediately leaving the class.
His ragged breathe reverberated through the corridors as he ran, almost immediately knowing where you went. You had this certain spot in the school that you isolated yourself in whenever you were feeling out of place or feeling self-conscious. Every time you hear people talking about you like they had today, you were run and hide there. That’s exactly where Draco had found you, cowering in the corner as sobs vibrated against the walls.
A sad sigh escaped his lips before he walked over to you, crouching above you and cradling you to his chest. “It’s alright, love. It’ll all be alright.” He whispered as you wrapped your arms around his stomach, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck.
Your voice was muffled as your lips moved against his neck. but he could make out what you had said almost clearly. “It’s not okay, Draco. I don’t even know what you look like. All I can see is what you’ve described for me, but that’s not enough. I should be used to being blind, but I know now that I will never move past the fact that I have to live with this, Draco.”
Draco listened intently, and rubbed your back soothingly as you poured your heart out to him.
“I can’t deal with hearing all of the things everyone thinks about us, about me. They say I’m not good enough for you, Draco. They say you deserve better, and I believe them. You deserve to love someone who you don’t have to worry about constantly, someone who knows what you look like, and can cherished that for the rest of your life, someone who doesn’t abruptly flip a switch whenever someone says something about our relationship. You do deserve better, and I’m sorry I can’t give you that.”
Silence dominated the corridor, more tears falling down your face as soon as you had got everything off your chess. Draco was silent, which you assumed was because of shock. Little did you know that before you had even finished your speech, he had started to cry.
All he wanted was to make you happy, but you weren’t happy. You were broken, just as broken as he was. And he never wanted that for you.
Suddenly, as Draco was deep in thought and tears fell down his face, you pulled away from him. He watched you wiped your eyes, practically noticing the guarded wall building up in front of him before his eyes.
“Don’t…” Draco begged, his voice breaking through the silence in the corridor. “Please…” He shook his head rapidly. “Don’t think like that.”
A sudden sob raked through Draco’s chest, and your heart shattered as the sound resounded against the walls. Draco was not shocked like you had assumed a second ago. He was hurting, and it broke your heart to think it was because of you.
“No it’s bloody not!” He bellowed, rising from the ground and turning away from you. He took a deep breathe before continuing in a much more calm manner. “Do you have any idea what you mean to me?” He turned back around to face you, a frown on your face. “Do you know what you do to me? I don’t care if you don’t know what I look like, I don’t care what other people say about you! I love you, and that’s it! It doesn’t matter what anybody else says, what matters is what we think.And you want to know what I think? I think you’re bloody beautiful! You’re the most brilliant girl I have ever met, and you are the most kindest, generous person in the world!
It doesn’t matter whether you’re blind or whether someone says that you are not good enough for me! You are good enough for me! You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me! I don’t want anybody else, Y/N! I just want you! Dammit, I’m bloody in love with you!”
Draco watched as you bit your quivering bottom lip, silent sobs shuddering through your chest and tears flourished the tips of your cheeks. You were left at a loss for words, a heap of broken flaws and unconditional love on the floor. Draco sighed, sitting down beside you and bringing you back against his body. It was silent as you gripped his shirt and nuzzled your head into his chest, tears rolling down your cheeks.
“I-I…” You tried to calm yourself down, your ragged breathing slowly decreasing to steady, deep breaths. “I love you.” You finally whispered, your tone unequivocal and abiding.
Draco knew you were sure of what you just had confessed to him, the fact that it was the first time saying it to each other meaning so much more to the both of you. And in that moment, he knew that he will do everything he can to help you fix this. Whether it was doing something bizarre and sacrificing something from his part to help you or just helping you through things like this…
He will do anything for you.
Weeks later, and Draco kept the promise he made to himself the day he confessed his love for you. He had found something that could help you immensely. Rather, someone…
Professor Slughorn was a smart man who knew his material, but Draco had never thought he could conjure up such a potion as the one he had recently. You and Slughorn had become close ever since Dumbledore took your and Harry to recruit him, and ever since then, you had told him almost everything that was going on with you. That’s including what happened a few weeks ago with Draco.
Slughorn knew how much you were hurting, how much you craved the ability to see. So, as Slughorn finally had a day off from being a professor, he had mixed different ingredients and tested each potion he created on mouses and dogs, and soon, he had found the right one. It was a cure. A cure for your disability. Immediately, Slughorn had informed Draco about this, and today, he was finally going to introduce the potion to you.
Draco thanked Slughorn as he passed him a vile of the liquid, then caught up to you before you could leave the room with a large grin on his face.
“What did Slughorn want from you?” You asked as you sensed Draco by your side, the heat from his body radiating to yours immediately as he pulled you against his side.
“You’ll see…” He tutted before pulling you away from the crowd and toward the Great Hall.
“Where are you taking me, Draco?” You inquired curiously, hanging onto his arm as you felt him trying to sit you down on a bench like seat. “Are we in the Great Hall?”
“Yup! And I have a surprise for you!” Draco announced, sitting beside you on the bench and grabbing the vile from his pocket.
“Uh oh…” You teased, a large smile on your face. “Draco, what did you do?”
A jovial laugh escaped Draco’s lips, the lovely sound echoing in your ears as he shook his head. “What makes you think I did something?”
“You always do something, whether it’s good or bad.” You smirked, twiddling your hands on your lap.
Draco shrugged, silently agreeing with you but not admitting it. “Sorry, love, but I didn’t do anything this time. This was all another person’s creation.”
“Creation?!” You yelped, suddenly jumping away from Draco.
A chuckle released itself from his mouth as he watched fear paint its way upon your expression. “Don’t worry, beautiful. It’ll all be fine…” He grabbed your hand and placed the small vile in your palm, closing your fingers around it. “as soon as you drink that.”
You felt around the small container in your hand, your eyebrows furrowing.
“What is this, Draco? Is it a potion?”
Draco brought his hands up to your shoulders and starting rubbing comfortingly, eyeing the vile. “Just drink it.” He whispered, fluttering kisses upon your cheek and in the crook of your neck.
You sighed, opening the vile and raising it up to your mouth, lightly tilting your head back and swallowing the mysterious liquid. Suddenly, your body began to tingle, and the usual black darkness you saw behind your eyes turned white before colors began to enter your vision. You audibly gasped, your hand flying up to cover your mouth. The colors in your eyes turned to a light blur until your vision cleared up to the point where you could see perfectly clearly.
Draco watched as tears pricked at the edges of your eyes, the normal glaze in your orbs completely gone.
“Oh… my god…” You whispered, admiring your surroundings.
Your disability was gone, cured. You were no longer blind. A grateful sob escaped your mouth, your eyes enjoying the sight around you. It was more beautiful than people had described to you. It was something special, something… indescribable.
“Baby…” Draco cooed, wiping the tears from your cheeks, and rubbing his thumb against the damp skin soothingly.
You slowly twisted your head to look beside you, and your heart stopped as Draco’s ocean blue eyes connected with yours. He was beautiful, so much more beautiful than you had imagined. His blonde hair contrasted perfectly with his bright blue eyes and pale, milky skin. The green Slytherin uniform he wore under his black cloak made his skin almost glow, his chiseled jaw line brushing against his collar.
“What is it?” He smiled, the sight causing more tears to roll down your cheeks. His hand instantly cupped your face, and he brought your lips to his in a sudden passionate kiss.
You smiled against his lips, bringing your hands up to lace your fingers through his blonde hair. Draco pulled away when you both were in need of air, and placed his forehead against yours.
“Speak to me.” He cooed, running his fingers through your hair.
You shook your head, the fact you had the ability to see not sinking into your brain just yet. “I just…” You couldn’t believe it. You just couldn’t believe it. “I love you.” Was all you had said before you had brought your hands up to cup his cheek, cherishing what was right in front of you.
Although you were able to see again, after spending your whole life without that ability, that was not the thing you were most grateful for. You were now seeing the world in a whole new perspective, and it was thanks to the love of your life, the Slytherin Prince, Draco Lucius Malfoy.